Tuition Lyrics

Play foul, we got tecs

Can't, accept less

Green on me like Shrek

Keep work on my desk

They move but only pivot

Don't cross that line of scrimmage,

My neck a worker's pention

My wrist a school tuition

Too easy for us to catch

Leave me that's a downgrade

Daily life stress

Still trappin' because crime pays

Sell it, if it sell

Drop weight on the scale

Loaded, leavin' shells

Got out on double bails

It ain't no "I" in team

But I got one "I" in my name

Fuckin' on a bad bitch

Right now I can't complain

Higher than a bitch, off this gas, what's the strain?

I can't fuck with them no more, they been actin' real strange

Real nigga in my DNA

I'm fuckin' on this CNA

I've been on these shrooms so long, I'm sober and still seein' things

My feelings got so numb while takin' downers, I can't pop a perc

No matter where I'm at, my hood still in me, I'll pop em' first

Blues on me like Papa Smurf

Tried to show how profits work

Take half out what you just made, to your re up and reimburse

Life is trial and error, so go just take a chance and risk it

Was talkin' to that bitch, but conversation dry as biscuits

Foul, grab them tecs

We shoot then full court press it

Any problem? go and speak it now, cause I'll address it

Think I'm ambidextrous

Shoot it with my right

Then I shoot it with my left, yeah whatever, get contested

My neck a worker's pension, and my wrist a school tuition, ay

Bitch act like she can't even listen, think she need a hearing aid

And I'll whip that white up till it rock, Renegade

Knew I'd do this, so they ain't even shocked

But they gon' feel the pain

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, woah

Baby get in river water wet, backstroke

Phone attachments I just got sent, no clothes

Told her bring it over here and drop on all foes

Uh, beat her back, beat her back, beat her back, yeah

Fuck like I love her, that's her real fatal attraction

These niggas, they be slippin' in the streets, ain't got no traction

Really like this in real life, and they need lights, camera, action

It ain't hard to live this life cause really this just how I be

Started seein' profit off what I thought was a hobby

Come round playin' games and I will turn you to a homi

Yeah, homicide

Bullets flyin'

They foul send 'em tecs, yeah

No income text

You niggas not a threat

My neck a worker's pension

My wrist is a tuition, ayy